Write a short story about someone cooking dinner.

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“Leftovers” by Christine Johnson

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I turn down the flame on the burner. The foaming hot pasta water has begun to run down the sides of the pot. I love the sizzling sounds of the water hitting the stove grates, but hate the white residue mess I will have to clean up later. Tonight’s tubular mostaccioli noodles need more time to cook than my usual angel hair strands.I hear the crew moving about the house. I could complain that my house is thirty years old and needs a remodel, but I do not want to change the rhythm of the house. Definitely not today or in the...

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“Home” by Emily Pearson

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I can hear her humming to herself even before i am home. I'm nowhere close but I hear her. I knows she's standing there, in one of my shirts, hopefully in nothing but her underwear, cooking a meal she doesn't believe tastes good. She's cooked it a hundred times and always asks the same thing, "does it taste alright?" As soon as i come through the door, that smile washes away all of the stress of the day. That smile is what i live for. I've experienced alot of dark places in my life, and i would give anything if that smile had been there thro...

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“Cook the Dinner Yourself to Feed the Soul” by Muhammad Fatir Malik

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Last week, I took off early from the office to visit a dentist and get on with my treatment. However, as the dentist was on a holiday, I, after realizing that I wasted my short leave, found nothing but sleep to kill the time. A nap of three hours did bring some good to mind but lack of commitments initiated unrest inside my body. There was nothing new in this vibe flowing violently because I know it for a fact that workaholic people like me aren’t meant to sit quietly. Therefore, I tried to find some temporary purpose for the time being...

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“The Lasagna Joke” by Avisha Udhin

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Renu was a dutiful working wife - or, at least, she believed so. Her husband, on the other hand, did not really share the same opinion. He once said to her, in his usual ‘friendly’ tone, which she was extremely accustomed to:“You are a dutiful wife, but that depends on what your definition of ‘dutiful’ is. Not waking up early in the morning to make breakfast for me, doesn’t allow me to call you a dutiful wife.”She had the same expression on her face that she made when she was once called “an irresponsible wife, who lives in La La Land”, by t...

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“Sally McIvers” by Peter Faur

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Sally McIvers normally puts little effort into dinner. Ryan fails to appreciate it when she does. But tonight, she decides, dinner will be something special.She takes great pride in her cooking. Sally used to be a sous chef at one of Wichita’s finest steak houses. Then five years ago, Ryan came home with an announcement. No discussion, just an announcement. His company promoted him, and he and she were moving to New York.Sally hung up her apron, but when the couple bought their home in Bronxville, she insisted on a high-end kitchen with a ga...

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“Imperfect” by Unknown User

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It wasn't until years later that I realized cooking was my way of seeking control.I would stand in the kitchen, steam curling around my bare arms and face, while Seth and Madeleine squabbled and dumped toys on the floor behind me. I ignored the fighting, the mess, them, in an effort to present the perfect meal just as Mark came through the door.I thought, somehow, that they would be at once awed by my cooking prowess, grateful for a wife and mother who poured her soul into dinner preparations, and overcome by the delectable smells and tastes...

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“Katsudon” by Daisy Erina

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A rhythmic hum emanated from Camry’s throat as he stood before the stove, his hips swaying in tune with the beat blasting from the speaker he had stationed atop the kitchen table. His left hand grasped the handle of a frying pan while his right held the hilt of a spatula, which he used to slip beneath one of the pork chops sizzling in the pan and flip it onto its other side. He repeated the action on the second piece, watching as the seasoned breading cooked to a golden-brown shade. On the counter sat a rice coo...

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“Dinner, interrupted” by Rebecca Bevans

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Kathryn had just finished chopping vegetables for dinner when her phone buzzed. It was Julie. “Hey babe,” Julie said, “how’s the second week been? Any more workplace safety videos from the 1980s?” “No, thank god.” Shitty safety videos were one of the mysterious and incurable quirks of government work.“So, are we still on for this weekend?” “Yeah, about that…” Kathryn started. She knew that Julie would pick up on her tone immediately. The number of times she’d had to cancel a date or a weekend for work was inexcusable. “Seriously?”“Yeah. I’m ...

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“WE WERE JUST FIGHTING” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

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“It s too cold Ma, I am freezing to death,”Amina lamented. “Ma, why was I not born in America?” “What type of question is that?” “I don’t like it here Ma, there is too much suffering,” Amina said. “When I watch films I see a real heaven in America. There life is beautiful- not here where we are killed like cockroaches.” “Craaassshhhh,” a bomb exploded a hundred yards to the right. Amina cringed in horror like a rabbit escaping from the claws of a rampaging lion. “Don’t worry my daughter...

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“Frittata For Dinner” by Katherine Hayes

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When he put his key in the frosted lock of the apartment door, Bernie took in the aroma of coffee brewing which his wife would manage to make too bitter. He drew one last breath of the frigid air. Looking back through the slats lining the narrow corridor, past his door Bernie saw the subtle glow of the setting sun. It beamed at him between the naked arms of the trees rimming the complex. He swung his head into the dimly lit kitchen and let his eyes grow accustomed to the indoor lighting. “Bernie, what’re you doing sneaking around here s...

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“The Love That Binds Us.” by Ember Smith

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It was the fifth anniversary of when my mom had passed away.As every year, my three brothers, sister, and myself will gather together in one of our homes.The first was at my sister, Allison’s, house. At the time I was 28. She was the one that had decided to mark this day for all of us siblings to join together.When I was 29, Corbin held it at his house with his wife and two children.When I was 30, Philip held it at his house with his roommate and friend, Joseph.When I was 31, Oliver held it at his house.Now, it is my turn to cook the meal an...

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“New Parents” by Mackaylah Waibel

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I turn away from the rundown door with disgust painting my features. How dare they fight when they know their only two children are outside the thin walls that could get knocked over with a simple breeze? As I turn around I see her. My sister Audrey. Or Aggie as I have called her since we were young. She looks from the door to me with tears in her eyes. In her arms is the small bear that has been here since I was young. I remember that time with longing when my parents didn’t fight. “They aren’t going to stop anytime soon are they?” Sh...

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“Forever and A Day” by Emjae Williams

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I smiled as I reached into the cupboard to pull down the cookbook, immediately turning to Robert’s favourite recipe. The large rock on my ring glinted in the light coming through the kitchen window. I tightened the strings on my apron and got to work. I have all my ingredients all laid out on the counter and start searching for my tools to get to work. I hate having my kitchen rearranged. There’s nothing worse than being in the zone and having to break your concentration to search for a slotted spoon. Satisfied that I have all that I ne...

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“Quesadillas and Netflix” by Laura Weinstein

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Usually, I spend Friday nights alone, a homemade cheese quesadilla in my lap and Glee playing on my laptop. Today is no different.I sprinkle my shredded mozzarella onto a soft flour tortilla and toss it into the microwave when all of a sudden a dark... thing appears in front of me.I don't move, and neither does it. It has deep black horns, red eyes, and green goat-like legs stuck onto a human's body. On its chest is a blue pentacle tattoo. It gestures to the microwave, which has stopped heating up my dinner but is now glo...

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“Hell Always Needs More Angels” by Katie Silverwolff

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Friday, April third, was the first day Cora lied to Hannah.Cora twisted her ring around her middle finger, only stopping when the oven timer went off. She pulled open the oven door and was greeted by the awful, stifling heat. It needed more time. She needed more time. She shut the oven and returned to her seat at the kitchen table. She grabbed a handful of trail mix and shoved it into her mouth.‌ The taste of salt made her wish she didn’t stress eat. Cora wiped the sweat off her forehead and absentmindedly skimmed through the recipe, her eye...

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Write a short story about someone cooking dinner.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 56 stories

“Leftovers” by Christine Johnson

“Home” by Emily Pearson

“Cook the Dinner Yourself to Feed the Soul” by Muhammad Fatir Malik

“The Lasagna Joke” by Avisha Udhin

“Sally McIvers” by Peter Faur

“Imperfect” by Unknown User

“Katsudon” by Daisy Erina

“Dinner, interrupted” by Rebecca Bevans

“WE WERE JUST FIGHTING” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

“Frittata For Dinner” by Katherine Hayes

“The Love That Binds Us.” by Ember Smith

“New Parents” by Mackaylah Waibel

“Forever and A Day” by Emjae Williams

“Quesadillas and Netflix” by Laura Weinstein

“Hell Always Needs More Angels” by Katie Silverwolff

🌟 Similar prompts

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